Cliched

adamolupin

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 15/07/2006
Last Updated: 15/07/2006
Status: completed

A little PWP wherein Harry and Hermione sneak off for a little lovin'. It's difficult to come up with something unique when it comes to Harry and Hermione's first time while at Hogwarts, so why beat 'em when you can join 'em?

Chapters

1. Cliched

1. Cliched

A/N: Fair warning, I'm crap at writing smut, but I wrote this as a sort of request for pandiesboxx and Gabby who feel there should be more smut in the world. I agree completely, but I'm not sure if my contribution helps much. Nevertheless, enjoy!

“Harry, are you sure we should do this?” Hermione whispered in Harry's ear even as she leant forward and gave his ear lobe a little nibble.

Harry closed his eyes briefly, his steps faltering briefly. “Merlin, don't do that. Not until we at least get there. And yes, we should do this. We're under the Invisibility Cloak and we've got the map. We'll be fine.”

A few minutes later Hermione reflected that they would've been fine had they not been distracted with their little argument and trying to keep their hands to themselves until they got to the lake. Instead they somehow snuck up on Mrs. Norris for once, as she sat facing away from them at a corridor junction and Harry stepped on her tail.

A loud screeching yowl startled Harry and Hermione, who yelped and shrieked in response and both shot away from each other down the corridors.

Harry and Hermione holed themselves up in a closet until it was clear, gasping and laughing. “Did you see the look on her face?” Harry asked between snorts and chuckles.

“I thought we were dead for sure!” Hermione giggled, pressing her ear up against the door.

Harry sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bending down to kiss her neck. “Do you hear anything?” he murmured, shifting her hair to her other shoulder in order to be able to kiss and suck on that side of her neck.

Hermione tilted her head to the side and sighed, completely distracted by the electrical jolts in her stomach and the feeling of warm molasses in her veins. His hands splayed themselves across her stomach and drifted lazily down soft thighs. “Hmm?” she murmured bringing her arm up and digging her fingers in his soft hair, her other hand sliding down his arm.

“I said,” he murmured against her skin, one of his hands drifting up under her skirt to tease the juncture of her thighs, “do you hear anything?”

“Mmmm, no,” she whispered back turning her head and tugging his hair up gently to kiss him soundly. She nearly melted in a puddle when his tongue teased its way into her mouth, the kiss was slow and lazy and heart-stoppingly erotic.

“I'm not doing this here,” Harry gasped pulling reluctantly away from her. “We're close to the Room of Requirement. Let's go there instead of the lake.”

“Yes, let's,” Hermione agreed. She felt cold when Harry's arms pulled away from her body. She wanted to get where they needed to go as soon as possible so she can return to their warmth.

Harry grabbed her hand, briefly pocked his head out and once he'd double checked that the coast was clear, ducked out into the corridor. They ran lightly through the empty corridor to the room on the seventh floor where Harry paced in front of an empty piece of wall. He kept watch while Hermione ducked inside and he followed close behind her.

“How many times do you think this room has been used for what we're about to do?” Hermione asked softly as Harry secured the door with both extremely strong locking charms and silencing charms.

Harry turned and grinned, walking slowly over to her. “Unless members of the DA have been sneaking in here, not many I suspect. Dumbledore didn't even know this place existed.”

“And you don't think it's a cliché coming in here to do what we're going to do?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Love, if we did it in a closet, by the lake, in my room, if I flew in your room, it doesn't matter where we do this, it'll be a cliché because a thousand year's worth of students will have done the same exact thing,” Harry murmured tugging her into his arms. He bent his head and kissed the pulse point under her jaw. “We students are nothing if not industrious.”

“I believe you mean sneaky and horny,” Hermione grinned, her breath hitching when his tongue darted out too briefly to taste her.

“Mmm, that too.” He kissed his way up her neck and claimed her lips in a bruising, knicker wetting kiss. “Bed, now.”

He walked her backward until her knees hit the edge. She sat, abruptly ending their kiss, but that didn't end her exploration. She yanked his t-shirt unceremoniously over his head taking time to run her hands over the hard plains of his chest. She'd seen about this much skin from him before and it never failed to excite her. He was still a bit thin, but he had turned lanky and a bit wiry instead of being just skinny. At least she couldn't see his ribs anymore. The first time she'd seen him shirtless had been shortly after the first Quidditch practice of the year and not too long after their summer break and she could count each of his ribs. She had grabbed his broom and marched out of the locker rooms with every intention of flying back to Number 4 Privet Drive and doing serious harm on his “family.” Harry had caught her and Ron had carried her back to the locker room before she could carry out her impulse.

“Love?”

Hermione jerked her thoughts back at hand. “I'm sorry,” she grinned sheepishly, looking down and unbuckling his belt. “I was thinking that I can't see your ribs anymore. You've gained a bit of weight.”

“Mostly muscle thankfully,” he replied, caressing her cheek and tilting her face up with a crooked finger under her chin. “Hermione. I'm fine. I promise. Hmm?”

She nodded and leaned forward placing wet kisses at the line of hair that started at his bellybutton and dipped out of sight beneath his trousers. “I know. I'm ok now too,” she grinned wickedly up at him.

Harry felt his knees go weak at the sight of that grin and the kisses she was placing to his abdomen. He tilted her head up again and bent down to kiss her deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back, scooting back on the bed toward the pillows. Harry kicked off his shoes and crawled up beside her, kneeling at her knees. Her honey brown eyes were at half mast, but watching him expectantly. He slipped off one dainty shoe and sock then slipped off its twin, kissing the soft skin from the top of her foot to her knee. “I see London, I see France,” he grinned, leaning over to look up her skirt.

“Honestly Harry,” Hermione huffed, but couldn't quite hide the grin or small snort of amusement. “Comparing my underwear to cities and countries is not the best way to get into them.”

He chuckled, nudging her knees apart and kneeling between them. “Not even small countries?” he asked, trailing his hands up her thighs, the pads of his thumbs making small circular motions on her soft skin.

Hermione whimpered softly, closing her eyes for a moment. “No countries, states, provinces, counties, prefectures - guh! Harry,” she moaned when his thumbs dipped inside her knickers and barely grazed her folds. Her hips jerked involuntarily upward and her knees opened wider.

He grinned smugly and tugged the knickers off completely and unzipped her skirt, tossing them over his shoulder. He stood and quickly shucked his pants so he wouldn't be distracted by trying to get them off in the heat of the moment later.

“Later love,” he murmured, batting her hand away from where it reached out to grab his hard cock. “For now I want to explore you.”

He scooted up a little further to where he lifted her hips up and placed her arse on his knees. His hands were busy at work, lifting off her shirt and tossing it over his shoulder. He leaned over to kiss the tops of her breasts, his cock teasingly brushing against her folds. “Harry,” she sighed impatiently. “If you don't do something soon . . .”

“What?” he murmured against her skin with a grin.

“I'm not sure, but I'll think of something soon I bet.”

“Mmmhmm,” he muttered disbelievingly. He reached around and somehow, he wasn't sure how, managed to unhook her bra and tossed that away with her knickers. “Don't you want me to worship you like a goddess?”

“Mmm, yes, but - mmmm - worship a little faster please,” she moaned.

“I'll take that under advisement,” he grinned, leisurely exploring her breasts with his hands, finding all the spots that made her moan and writhe under him before he bent and kissed, licked, and suckled those spots.

“Nnnggh.” Vaguely Hermione wondered how was it that she, who had an answer, an opinion, a comment, a thesis, an opening paragraph, three body paragraphs and a conclusion for everything, could be reduced to indistinct grunts, groans and a string of consonants and vowels that would make a dictionary sob and run screaming. But somehow only Harry could do that to her with a few well placed kisses and licks to her breasts. Her breasts weren't even that sensitive but - oh God and Merlin! Her back arched off the bed, her fingers dug into his hair to hold him to her. He was doing something with his tongue and adding a little bit of teeth and his cock was almost right there and she thought she was going to pass out from the almost there but all there sensory over and underload. “Harry, please!”

He glanced up at her to judge if he should tease her just a bit more. “Don't even think about it,” she practically snarled.

“Point taken,” he replied with a grin. He reluctantly left her breasts and leisurely kissed down her sternum to her flat belly, paying special attention to her bellybutton.

“Are you sure you're a virgin?” she asked, arching beneath him, her fingers buried in his hair.

He chuckled and looked up at her, resting his body between her legs. His thumbs caressed sensitive points on her hip bones while the pads of his fingers made slowly lazy swirls on the tops of her arse. “Why?”

“Because . . . shouldn't you be rushing and pinching and bruising and fumbling around and in general be awkward like I've heard most virgin boys are?”

Harry stopped his lazy ministrations to which Hermione mewled softly in protest. He crawled back up her body and laid on her gently. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he bestowed deep lazy kisses. “I've heard it's not that great for women the first time or really the first few times so this is my apology to you until it feels better. Unless you want me to stop?” he added mischievously.

“No!” she practically yelped. “Don't stop. I'm just stunned that you seem so experienced and you're acting more like a sex god than a fumbling virgin.”

“Sex God Harry . . . hmm, I like the sound of that,” he smirked earning him a smack on the arm. “And I'm only good because I'm paying attention to you. You're the one dictating what I do and don't do.”

“When did you get to know women so well?”

“Not women. Just you. And besides, I am a sex god after all.”

Hermione laughed, running her hands down his chest. “So am I your virgin sacrifice?”

“Mmm,” Harry mumbled kissing down her throat and chest. “I'd have to say yes.” He parted her legs and reached between them to part her folds. Hermione's breathing increased in anticipation until he gave her one long lick that had her crying out, fisting his hair in her hands. Boys, of course, talked. Boys were sometimes worse than girls although it was more ribald humor, lots of jostling and waggling eyebrows and less sarcasm, bitchiness and catty remarks. Harry was a boy and Harry listened and learned and what he learned about female anatomy and techniques he was more than eager to put to the test. He clamped his hands on Hermione's waist to keep her still then twirled his tongue around her clit eliciting sexy little gasps and whimpers before he zoned in on her clit and sucked hard.

“Bloody - !” Hermione shouted, trying to arch her hips away from his grasp.

Harry grinned impishly and took one of his hands off her hip, trailing his fingers over her skin and thrusting them deep inside her. Hermione groaned softly, one hand still in his hair, the other scrabbling for purchase on the sheets on the bed. “Harry,” she pleaded. “Don't stop, please, just - mmmmmm - please!”

He took his time to learn this part of her body just as thoroughly as he learned the rest of her, much to Hermione's delight and dismay. Finally he applied more pressure on her clit with his thumb while the fingers on his other hand pumped in her and she tensed, a hot liquid feeling infusing her. Before she knew what was happening she came with a deep shuddering groan and gasping breaths, her body twitching and pulsing around Harry's fingers.

They lay there, Harry with his head on her stomach, panting. Hermione reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, tilting her head to the side and smiling at him. “'Sgood?” he mumbled.

“'Sgood,” she mumbled back with a euphoric grin. “Bet you're in a bit of pain right now huh?”

“Hm, a bit yeah,” he replied kissing up her body and giving her a deep erotic kiss, his tongue mimicking what he'd be doing to her shortly.

“I like this apology,” she grinned against his lips.

He grinned back shifting her legs further apart and wrapping them around his waist. “Slow or fast?”

“Fast, like a bandage,” she whispered back, unconsciously tensing under him.

Something inside him said that being tense for this was not the best way to experience the first time so acting on part instinct he leaned down and gave her another deep, distracting kiss while situating himself at her entrance and slowly slipping in. He only had the tip of his cock in her, but he stayed until she relaxed some more before thrusting all the way in.

Hermione gasped and tensed, her knees locking around his waist, her fingers digging into his upper arms. Holy mother of all that is holy, this hurt! She bit down on a whimper and willed herself to relax by degrees. First she concentrated on her legs then her hands and then everything in between.

Holy mother of all that is holy, this was one of the best feelings in the world! Right up there with flying, Hermione telling him she loved him, finding out he had a godfather, and seeing his parents in the Mirror of Erised. It was taking all his will power not to move. He could do this, for her he could do this. “Are you ok?” he whispered.

“Yeah . . . yeah, I'm ok,” she whispered back, clenching her muscles around him, adjusting herself to the feel of him.

“Oh sweet bloody hell, don't do that,” Harry groaned, feeling his control slipping. “I need -“

Hermione cut him off with a roll of her hips. “Does that answer for you?”

“Nnggh.” Harry eased out of her then thrust back in a bit awkwardly trying to get into a rhythm. Just as he found it the urge to thrust faster took over and three pumps later he spent himself inside her with a soft groan. “Sorry,” he whispered lying on her, his head buried in her neck. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be. Believe it or not I had fun too,” she grinned against his neck. She nibbled on his earlobe eliciting another groan from him. She chuckled, rubbing her hands up and down his back and through his hair. “I'm glad we did this.”

Harry leaned back on his elbows and kissed the tip of her nose, the bridge, her cheeks and the corners of her lips. “Me too. Although you do realize that the night was almost a wash had Mrs. Norris been looking another direction.”

Hermione laughed softly. “We'll have to send Filch a thank you note.”

“After corrupt our virgin bodies a few more times,” Harry grinned, leaning down and kissing her deeply.

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